User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-12048306-20130602125843/@comment-25220117-20130602175507

''Standing upon a hillock overlooking the fearsome Castle Redclaw, the Pure Ferret snorted in disgust and dismissal as she studied the fortress. She had faced greater strongholds. The fox inside surely was the Warlord of this pitiful little Keep, the only thing standing between Covina and her own fiefdom...Lowering her head, she looked upon her leather-and-chainmail duelist glove, and clenched it, the silver woven in glittering in the sunlight. She would crush the fool like an idiot child would crush an ant. She smiled, her ivory teeth gleaming as she turned her elegant body ever so slightly, wreathed in silver chainmail and a blue cloak, towards the army of rats behind her. But with the class befitting a true Princess of Riftgard...Lord Yisser Redclaw...Watch your back...''